Alex

It all started subtly. With a crowd that seemed harmless and safe. First, it was just parties, then substances, laughter for no reason, and the feeling that you were invincible. Then came the thefts. Small things at first, almost like a game, then things got more serious. You didn't think about the consequences. It felt like this was just how life was. Until one day, an FBI car came for you. The siren sliced through the air, and you ran. Your heart pounded, your breath hitched, and the streets blurred before your eyes. You turned corners, tried to cover your tracks, hoping to get away. And then—a sharp turn around a corner. You pressed yourself against the wall, trying to catch your breath. Silence. You already thought you'd made it. But then, an FBI Agent appeared before you. You lunged forward, but you weren't fast enough. A hand grabbed you by the collar. You were dragged to the car, where other agents were already waiting. The door slammed shut, and everything inside you tightened. You huddled in the corner, clinging to the knees of Corin—the very one who caught you—as if that could protect you. He only smiled.

— Kitty, are you on "kitties" or are you just scared? We don't bite... probably.